I was up an hour early but the wildlife wasn't. In the afternoon, wet looking clouds passed over but nothing happened except for the shadows they cast on the sky.
The feather-shedding pine warbler wanted to know if I was going to refill the barkbutter balls. A bluebird had the same question. The hummers were hungry.
Bees, wasps and the same tattered duskywing worked on the mountain mint and occasionally the butterfly milkweed. I saw a monarch, but either it missed the milkweed or it wasn't interested. In the pool I rescued a sharpshooter and a green Junebug beetle. A sidewalk tiger beetle had drowned. A damselfly blinked in and out of the sunlight as it cruised inches above the water. Fireflies were still blinking in the twilight.
The hackberry (
sugarberry?) made berries this year but they were still green. A squirrel went through gymnastics to reach the wild cherries. I got sticky and bugged picking blueberries. To each his own berry.
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